Authors note: What you will read beyond is if my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction (or really writing a story at all) and is based just at the end of the animated Disney movie "Frozen" shortly after the Great Thaw. I got the basis of this story after reading another Frozen fanfic on here (Frozen-Onward). Over time I intend/hope to take the story past Frozen's ending as Vildayvin attempts to seek closure to his torturous thoughts and uphold an oath sworn to a dead king and Jharm strives to ensure the safety of the Crown against threats both within and from outside the kingdom. I do hope you enjoy what you read and any reviews would be great (especially so I can try to take lessons learned to make potential later chapters better).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any aspect of Frozen or any of the characters from the movie used within this storyline (i.e. Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, etc etc etc).

Shout out: As I mentioned above I got the idea/desire to start making this story after reading Frozen Onward by N. J. Berm ( s/10125020/1/Frozen-Onward) and feel as such her story deserves a special note here. I hope/intend through Jharm (and possibly Vildayvin) to take the concept behind Frozen-Onward and try to show at times what someone might see/feel watching the problems Elsa and Anna go through as they try to pick up the pieces of a severed bond of friendship and true family and must face the fallout that such a childhood as they had can cause (i.e. Elsa's night terrors and Anna's abandonment fears.

Backstory

Jharm Devaron – a member of the Arendelle Royal Guard and son of Vildayvin Devaron. Raised on a strict belief in honor, integrity, and duty by his father, Jharm strives tirelessly to make his father proud and uphold his sworn oath to protect Arendelle and the royal family. He lost his mother early in his life and thought he had lost his father during the royal couple's fatal trip. What came back though was a mentally broken man who still suffers severe "survivors guilt" and nightmares.

Appearance - Standing about 5' 10" , a muscular physique from his constant training, and bearing a chiseled, angular face framed by short black hair and piercing steel gray eyes, Jharm can have an intimidating appearance at times. This is only magnified by the presence of a scar that runs from the left side of his forehead down his face, stopping at his cheek, an injury he suffered during training with his father.

Vildayvin Devaron – Vildayvin used to be the personal guard for the King and Queen of Arendelle. Fiercely loyal to the Crown he was one of the few who knew of Elsa's gift. Vil naturally accompanied them on their [final] ocean journey. No one knows what may have passed between the King and his protector during that terrible storm, for even to this day Vildayvin has no real recollection of the final moments ending in a massive wave crushing the vessel. Upon being rescued and bringing the horrible news back to Arendelle, Vil suffered with severe (and at times almost disabling) survivors guilt, feeling that it should have been his life that ended that night and not the King and Queens, lives he had sworn to protect at all cost. After accidentally injuring his son during a training session while overcome by flashbacks, Vildayvin officially retired from the Guard and moved to a small hut outside of Arendelle. Intent on ending out his days in solitude and despair, a fitting punishment for a failure and coward in his own eyes, the man hasn't been seen in Arendelle in almost 2 years.

Appearance - Originally standing about 5' 8" and sharing a similar build to his son; muscular, short black hair but sporting a thick black goatee, Vildayvin could only be considered a ghost of such a man now. Black hair growing white earlier then it should and slightly sunken eyes who's shine has long faded away and often are gazing into nothing or seeing things that are not there. His body keeping some of the physical strength still but nothing mentally or emotionally left to support it, he walks slightly hunched over as if from bearing a heavy weight upon his shoulders.

Sentinel of the Crown: The title of Sentinel is granted to a Royal Guardsman who is considered by the King (or Queen) to be so loyal, trustworthy, and skillful that they will become the direct protector of the Crown. A Guardsman who in the blink of an eye will be ready to possibly sacrifice their own life to protect the safety of the Royal Family. The rank of Sentinel is not granted lightly for with the rank the Guardsman gains unprecedented access to the Royal Family and the inner workings of the Kingdom.

Prologue:

"Promise me you will protect them for us Vil! Swear to me that if you survive you will protect them like you protected me!"

The King attempted to comfort his wife as he shouted to the large man before him, straining to project his voice over the howl of the winds above and the crash of waves against the sides of the ship. The burly figure gazed upon the king with a look of shock. The thought of him surviving while the two people before him perish terrified the man, a man who would without hesitation throw himself before a blade to save the life of the King or his family.

"Your Majesty, I will see that you survive! I swore that I would protect you!"

He turns to make for the top of the ship, hoping to give help in maintaining control of the ship when a strong arm grabs his shoulder. He turns to look into the sad eyes of the King once more.

"Vildayvin please, I fear that we will not survive this. We both know how tough and strong you are. If anyone has a chance to somehow survive this, its you. I must know that my daughters will have someone who will protect and watch over them for me! Please swear that should you live through this will you be there for them!"

After a brief second to process what he just heard, Vildayvin thumps his fist over his heart.

"My king, I swear to you that I will do as you wish! I will not fail you!"

A brief flicker of relief washes over the King's face but quickly vanishes as a wave slams against the ship rocking it violently. He pats his hand against the shoulder of the man responsible for his safety for so many years.

"Thank you my friend."

Vildayvin turned and bolted for the hatchway leading topside, intent on giving any aid possible to try to save the ship and his king while the King returned to the side of the Queen. As Vildayvin exits the hold he gazes up just in time to see a gargantuan wave arching over the top of the ship and can feel the ship leaning heavily to the side.

No...NOOOOOOOOOOO!

The massive wave crashes down on the boat followed by sheer and utter darkness.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Vildayvin bolts upright in his bed, sweat pouring down his body, the sheets cast off onto the floor during his erratic sleep. Eyes filled with terror gaze around at the small cottage, he sees and hears the howling snowstorm outside reminding him where he is at. Arendelle...3 years since he failed his king. 3 years since he failed his country in protecting their valiant leader. 3 years since he failed in upholding his oath and honor. Covering his face in his hands, the man falls back onto his bed, sobs echoing through the small building.

***Elsewhere***

The guard watches as team of fellow guards, with Prince Hans close behind, approach from down the hallway. In his gut the man somehow knows who they are coming for. The woman behind him in the cell, chained to the floor like some common dog. The Queen of Arendelle, Elsa. The man could swear he saw a brief glint of satisfaction in Hans face but then it vanished. The lead guard stepped up to Jharm.

"We are here for the Queen. She has been sentenced to execution for the death of Princess Anna by Prince Hans."

Jharm glances around, hoping to see some sign that they can't be serious. This wasn't right, none of it was right. Execute the Queen by order of a complete stranger? A stranger who only recently showed up and wooed the Princess, a stranger who was 13th in line in his own kingdom, (a sure sign that it would be long before he would hold the throne), and yet now he is in position to get complete control over Arendelle and all it would require is removal of the woman behind him, a woman Jharm had sworn an oath to protect. He glances up to see tendrils of ice race across the ceiling, evidence that the Queen's power was escalating and if given enough time she might break her chains. His hand slowly reached down towards the hilt of his sword, the thought of attempting to hold off the men and giving his Queen time to escape raced through his head. He realized though that he was easily outnumbered and his hand shifted downwards towards the ring of keys next to his sword. Fidgeting he drops the keys to the floor.

(Guard 1) "Hurry up!"

Jharm picks the keys up and begins "attempting" to unlock the door, making it look as if he is having a hard time due to the severe cold.

(Guard 2) "She's dangerous! Move quickly"

(Guard 3) "Careful"

Jharm slides the key into the door and can feel the door is slightly stuck, surely from ice starting to freeze it over. Making sure not to put too much weight behind it he attempts to budge the door and thankfully fails.

"It won't open!"

(Guard 1) "It's frozen shut"

(Guard 2) "Put your back into it!"

Jharm attempts to slam the door again, giving it a bit more force but still attempting to hold back. The door still manages to hold in place.

(Guard 4) "Come on! Push!"

Jharm is slammed from behind as the group of guards all slam against the door, causing it to give way just as a wooden beam and stones fall in front of them. Hans rushes past them and they all see a large opening in the cell wall, cold air rushing in. Jharm's gaze falls to the floor and sees a pair of frozen and twisted manacles...the same ones Queen Elsa was locked up in.

It worked!

He watched as Prince Hans looked back at him and the rest of the guards, a look of anger and annoyance on his face, before he bolted through the gaping hole and out into the blizzard, sword in hand.

Run my Queen...run!